My sisters and I haven't lived together in 15 years.
When I heard that the eldest sister was moving in with the middle sister for 2 months, I thought to myself,
"How could I possibly stay away?"
I couldn't.
So I packed up two suitcases, my guitar, some soft blankets, a pretty strand of lights, a french press, a vanilla candle,
and moved in with my sisters.
I'm back in the Kentucky town where I went to college,
and will be living under the same roof as two of my heroes for the next month and a half.
During that month and a half, here's what my days will look like;
--being as cool and fun of an aunt as I can possibly be, while nannying my nephew so that my sister can finish up her last days of work before bringing me a NEICE into the world
--doing whatever I can to help out with Christ Ambassadors
(Chi Alpha), the campus ministry I was in during college
--recording a homemade cd
--praying for the nations and fulfillment of God's plan for me in Southeast Asia
I'm excited.
I sometimes cry for my friends in Southeast Asia,
but until I can be with them again, I'm going to build blanket forts with my nephew.
When I move out of my sister's in
mid-March, I don't really know where I'll be moving to.
But I know Someone who does, and He's never failed to lead me before, and He's not gonna start failing now.
Did I mention I'm excited?
I am.